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Their powers seemed superior to the great soldiers combined and Dionysus got a decent idea of who might be. “Should I be worried about him? Persephone will get mad at me if I don't, though.” He mulled over his choice for a moment. “Hmm… I can’t choose.” BARK! His wine hounds returned with victory and barked loudly to commemorate it. A mischievous smile curved up. “Well, not my problem. He will do just fine. He is the Father of the Night. He can go through anything.” But then, as if he jinxed it, the darkness that surrounded the place suddenly glitched. Suddenly, some part of the HQ territory flickered and brightened.

Their movements were wrong, too silent, too cold but I know them. Rogues. But not just any rogues. A single figure stepped out of the treeline, tall, broad-shouldered, with a darkness coiling around him like a second skin. His presence alone made the forest hold its breath. My father appeared beside me immediately, teeth gritted. His posture was rigid, not in fear, but in recognition. "You know him father?" I asked quietly. Cerberus' voice dropped into a growl. "Malgori."

"Avery, he's trying to rattle you. Damien, any word from the halls?" "Halls clear but they're searching," Damien answered. "Avery my Queen, you recognize anything about this guy? Voice? Move?" "Nothing," I said fast. "But the note. First Father demands his daughter. Sounds like more than Elders. Ezra, what legends mention a First Father?" "Ancient ones," Ezra replied. "Supposed creator of the first wolves. Thought it was myth. Kai, help Jax flip him. We unmask." Kai grabbed the other arm. "Flipping now. Wraith, you work for the Council? The Ring?"

I start as Father leans in. “She’ll be fine,” Father says with a knowing tone. Giants can drink a lot—and I mean A LOT—before they become a problem.” “Trust me,” Father winks, squeezing my hand under the table. I smile at him before turning to meet yet another noble. “Your Empress,” Another man, much older than Duke Zaver, bows with a hand over his heart. He dresses richly as well. “Oh, hello-” “Move on.” Mykhol flicks his hand to make the man stumble. He gives a flustered glare at Mykhol but scampers off.

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

"I don't know, who is actually being affected by something, Father! me? or you? how can you believe all the words of an old witch you just met a while ago?" "Keith, I know you understand that no matter how long you know someone, it is possible that that person will become your friend or your enemy. Zarius has shown me that right now he is the only person who can help us defeat Lithonia and Fotia. After the plague he managed to create and kill many Lithonia people. In your opinion, what else should I doubt about?" "Tch! I think you're really crazy, Father!" "Hahaha ... you're right! your father is crazy because soon, we will be the strongest of all!"

All three men were sitting there and also Lucifer. "Dagon is the real father of all your children. Noah and Dagon have been switching souls together for several years now," Lucifer said firmly and glared at the two men. "Dagon is your true mate and has been since the beginning. He was decapitated by me and Noah felt grief about it and came up with the plan to allow him to soul jump into his shell to be with you. Trust me I was concerned but pleasantly surprised that it all worked out so well," he grins. I sat up with a frown on my face glancing at all of them.

It wasn't my father’s signature. Elena & Marcus Steele. 1998. The world seemed to tilt. I looked at Dax, my heart stopping. "Your father... and my mother. They weren't enemies, Dax. They were partners." "My father never mentioned her," Dax breathed, his face pale. "He always said the 'Ghost' was a rival he had to eliminate to keep the Iron Wolves on top. He never said he helped her build the very thing he later tried to destroy."

Even though I was much shorter than Dad, only reaching his knees, I still reached out my hand and tried my best to shield him. "Dad, don't worry. I'll protect you!" His eyelashes fluttered, and his body shook for just a second. After a bit, he could not help but sigh softly. "Silly girl..." "Kiddo, the villain's darkening level has dropped from 100% to 70%!" The system's words made me let out a relieved breath. Maybe this meant Dad was feeling a little better? Before I could figure it out, Grandpa's face turned stormy because he felt embarrassed. He finally turned his attention to me.

Professor Adrian Blackthorne. And my stomach dropped. Zia blinked. “Wait. Blackthorne?” Raina’s mouth fell open. “As in… Lucian Blackthorne?” I couldn’t breathe. Lucian’s father. Lucian’s fucking father. I was staring at the man who made Lucian. And he was staring back at me like he wanted to destroy me just to see what I looked like broken. WEREWOLF LINEAGE & BLOOD RIGHTS. The way he wrote it…